Puck's coarse fingers pin you by the shoulders. Beneath you, his ratty sneaker sits like an active volcano, giving off heat, looking powerful and deadly in all its huge dirty glory. You can hear the footsteps of Mr Schue approaching and you know that if you can only get the boys' responsible teacher to notice you, you'll be saved.
"Morning, everyone! This week we're gonna-" You barely catch a glimpse of the handsome teacher before Puck lets you go and you plummet into his stinking shoe. "Puck, do me a favour and put your shoe back on? We don't want to clear out the choir room." You can hear Schue joking about Puck's foot odour, oblivious to the dire situation you're in.
"Not a problem, boss." Puck says with a smile, and his five massive toes crowd into the shoe on top of you...
The rest of the class goes by in a sickening daze. The giant badboy's foot smalls funky to say the least. The insole of his shoe is so worn out and lumpy, it hurts your back and the fetis flesh of his sole is jammed onto your body, his toe gunk rubbed right into your face. As the class gets into rehearsals and the kids jump around, Puckerman's nasty toes slip and slide all over your face, saturating you in his sweat. Even when the goliath isn't moving around, he seems to get off on wiggling his nasty toes in his shoe just to feel you squirming beneath them.
When glee club finally disperses and you hear the vague sounds of everyone saying their goodbyes...
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